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CHAPTER 61

WOLF

Her fingers dig into my skin, and I can’t help but go feral for her. I’ve always liked pain, administering it originally, receiving it came later, but fuck is she lighting up every part of my body right now. I want to hurt her back, that’s what would really complete this moment, but this isn’t about me.

I need to prove to her that I can go against my natural inclination and put her first and be the kind of man she needs me to be. That might be a lot of pressure to put on my tongue, but I think it’s up to the job. I lift her and place her on top of the hood, and since it’s a little chilly outside, I decide I don’t expressly need to see her tits despite how much I want to, and I’ll leave them covered and warm for her sake. Her cunt, however, is going to need to come out.

My hands dig into her waistband, and I start to pull the ill-fitting pants down her legs. She’s never dressed in anything but her flannels and jeans around me before, and I have to admit I’ve developed a fascination with the idea of dressing her up.

“I’m not having sex with you, Wolf.”

Her hands shoot out to stop me, but she should know already she’s nowhere near strong enough to do that.

“No, Muffin, you’re going to lay back and be quiet while I make you feel good. Well,” I correct myself, “I would actually prefer you’re not too quiet.”

My cock jumps when I find she’s free of panties, and nothing is between us but one layer of denim. If I’m not mistaken, there’s actually a hint of nervousness on her features, and while I know she was a virgin our first time, sometimes the reality of that inexperience escapes me.

“I, I don’t know,” she hedges, trying to stop me, but there’s nothing I’ve wanted more than to devour her, and there’s nothing she can do now to stop me.

My hands slide down her legs, finding soft spots just above her knees, and then I spread her wide, letting the sun pour over the prettiest pussy in existence. My head lowers, and she whimpers so pretty. I’m not sure whether it’s from fear or excitement, maybe both, but either way, she thrills me.

My lips press to the spot her lips join, above her clit, but close enough to graze the hood and make her hips lift in search of more, a few more kisses around her clit, making her hips circle like she’s trying to force me to apply the pressure where she wants it, but I’m too tall to make things work in this position.

I drop to my knees and let her slide forward on the hood of the truck until her weight rests on my shoulders, with her thighs securely in place around my neck.

“You want me to lick you, Muffin?” I ask, and all that shy insecurity has given way to her wet neediness.

“Please, Wolf, please,” she’s the one begging now and I can’t help but smile at how quickly she folded.

She tries to lift her hips to force my mouth where she wants it, but I don’t comply. I open my mouth and let her feel my hot tongue against her skin, but avoid her sensitive clit just like before. An aggravated little snarl leaves the back of her throat.

“Do it, Wolf.”

“Look how forceful you’re becoming,” I comment, but still don’t give her what she really wants.

Her fingers tangle in my hair as she tries to force me face-first into her cunt. When I don’t comply, she pulls, and the pain along my scalp shoots straight to my balls, waking up every nerve ending in its path on the way, and because I really need to taste her this second, I put her out of her misery and sweep my tongue across her smooth, round, little clit.

It feels so good under my tongue and I have this crazy idea that I want to eat it right off her. She tastes that good, she feels that good, but that just means I need to eat her cunt as deeply as possible the ways I’m allowed. My tongue swirls over her clit until her legs shake, and then I dip down to her opening to fuck her on my tongue. She seems especially surprised by that, moaning and shaking as I lick at her G-spot.

Her thighs shake around my face and her hips try their best to move against my tongue as I build her higher and higher. She screams as she comes on my tongue, hot and wet, her orgasm dripping over me, and I’m so aroused by it my cock leaks precum.

I look up at her, completely coated in her cum. “If you marry me, I will do that to you every single day, as many times a day as you want. All you have to do is say the word.”

I know part of me is taking advantage of her sexual inexperience. I’m not the only one on earth who could eat her juicy pussy good, but I’m the only one who has, and that does give me an advantage. Dreamy bliss fills her gaze as she looks down at me.

“I can take everything you own, hide it from you, and you’ll lick my pussy every single day?” I ask.

“Like the delicious Muffin you are,” I agree.

She doesn’t answer me, but I sense her weakness, the fact she wants to give in and let this all feel so good for both of us, and being with her really is the most intensely wonderful and terrible thing I’ve ever felt. She consumes me totally. While she’s thinking, I take the ring and place it on her finger. She looks at it, a little undecided.

“When you saved this, you couldn’t have saved my clothes?” she asks.

I smile up at her.

“You don’t need clothes. I’ve got everything you could possibly need waiting for you at home.”

“My home is gone,” she says.

“What’s mine is yours,” I remind her. “I already gave you the deeds. The least you can do is take pity on me and marry me.”

“The least I can do is not kill you,” she corrects me.

“Redley, we both know you couldn’t kill me even when you wanted to,” I tell her with a smile, finally feeling that everything in the world is in the right place.

“I can kill. I’m not some coward,” she lies from her back, with her pussy still gleaming with my spit.

“I know that, baby. You’re pretty gruesome, actually, but that doesn’t mean you can kill me.”

I laugh at her expression and her silence because I think I’ve finally got her. She’s going to marry me, and I think she’ll even want it.